Sunday, December 2, 2012

Nobody tells you that when you grow up, you're not going to be a princess because princesses are born not made...

Nobody tells you that Prince Charming is not going to ride in on a white steed with the sun at his back ready to rescue you because men don't like horses and they don't think like that anyway...

Nobody tells you that if you want to be rescued, you have to rescue yourself because you'll do the best job of it...

Nobody tells you that the hardest person to love will be yourself...

Nobody tells you that the second hardest person to love is the one you go to sleep next to every night and wake up next to every morning...

Nobody tell you that your house will never look clean and the work will never be done no matter how many hours you put into it...

Nobody tells you that being a mother is the hardest job that you'll ever do and you'll always feel like a failure no matter how hard you work at it...

Nobody tells you that your life will take twists and turns that you don't expect and they'll knock you on your ass and leave you beaten and bloodied and lost...

Nobody tells you that not all children are born whole and that yours could have a disability that will make their life and yours living hell...

Nobody tells you that some children are never able to leave home...

Nobody tells you that people are, for the most part, selfish and unkind...

Nobody tells you that people will abandon you for no other reason than that they just don't want to allow your shit to touch their lives...

Nobody tells you that sometimes your home becomes your prison...

Nobody tells you that most of the time getting up in the morning will feel like a death sentence...

Nobody tells you that life is cruel and never fair...

Nobody tells you that living is the hardest choice and death is the easiest...

Nobody tells you that hope is a four letter word...

Nobody tells you that you'll be sitting on your couch at 5 a.m. writing because your child, who is no longer a child, woke you up at 4 a.m. because he picked a mole on his back and has convinced himself that its cancer and wants to be rushed to the hospital in Boston because its bleeding and he's convinced he's going to die and that he will start screaming at you when you tell him its okay its just a mole and its not bleeding anymore and that he'll tell you he hates you and that you're a bitch and he wishes you were dead because you refuse to rush him to the hospital for something that left a spot of blood smaller than a dime on his tee shirt and is no longer bleeding and is a mole that he's had on his back since he was a tiny baby and that he will start vomiting because he saw blood and that he will wake up the entire house and terrify the dog and cat because he insists that he's never had this mole even though you can show him pictures with it and he'll insist that its a weird growth that has to be cancer and that you don't understand him and never will and he'll swear and say he hates you and call you more horrible names that will leave you numb and then he'll leave you standing in your kitchen wondering what the hell just happened and afraid to go to bed because he might decide to hurt himself or you while you're sleeping because he stopped taking his meds months ago and he refuses to take them and he's been volatile since then but he refuses to see how out of control he has become because he thinks he's fine and the problem is all yours which it is...